Thank
you so much for the opportunity to talk about the Tantric Therapist. It is the
first of a series of books in which women overcome what life throws us, and how
they become empowered. Each premise deals with serious issues and a portion of
proceeds from The Tantric Therapist will go to women’s shelters.
The first kiss scene between Sid
and Sarah is all about anticipation, how it builds and grows. A first kiss
between soul mate lovers like these two becomes a promise of what is to come
and accepts the vulnerability that new love brings. As in life, the journey is
more important than the destination.
Let’s set the scene. Sarah,
plagued all her life by a vile inner voice narrowly misses a head on with a
Mack truck just outside of a small Midwestern town. Her car is towed to a
garage across the street from a quaint motel, The White Gazebo. Sid, the clerk
is more than gorgeous and well-built, there is something special about him.
They meet at Lil’s Cafe where the pie is homemade and the beer is cold. Sid studies
the effects of Tantric yoga, where lovers use sex to heighten awareness. He is
waiting to hear about a fellowship at a local university for his Phd. Sarah
holds an important secret that will change his life forever.
While walking back to their rooms,
they stop in the little Gazebo…
First Kiss Excerpt
Sarah trailed her fingertips over the
silken petals of hanging wisteria blooms. “What does Tantric Yoga teach about
love?”
“This sounds non-scientific, but the
oldest teachings say when a man truly learns the lessons of wisdom through the
challenges of life and grows to deserve the sweetest love, the person who
completes him will show herself.” Sid stepped closer as his voice found a deep
resonance. “He’ll know her and be filled with everlasting love. The man must
always strive to be the best he can be because that’s what his soul mate
deserves. He’ll feel compelled to protect, guide and give his all to her. The
ancient writings state not to resist this love, or complicate it, but open
ourselves to it.”
“How beautiful,” she said. There was no
mistaking the mutual attraction. Stop it, stop it right now! He just wants
an easy lay. You’re less than nothing to him. Sarah looked up and
reflections from the lights danced in Sid’s eyes. He folded his long fingers
around hers and placed her hand over his heart. Yes, I am worthy. I’m something
to him. He makes me feel special, maybe even loved. You won’t stop me, not
tonight.
Sid lowered his face to within an inch
of hers and breathed her in for a long minute. He closed his eyes as if
savoring her scent. She thought he’d kiss her then, but slowly he stood
straight again.
“Turn around, lean against me and relax.”
Sid spun her smoothly like a dance move.
“Is this some Tantric sex thing?” asked
Sarah. Don’t trust this, you don’t know him! screamed the
voice.
“Try it. It’s just a relaxation
exercise. Then, we’ll talk,” he whispered.
Why not, she thought? It sounds like one
of those trust building assignments they do in business workshops. She leaned
hesitantly against him as he inhaled along her hair and neck. He lifted her
arms with his own. With his fingertips, he lightly caressed her palms, between
each finger, slowly tracing each nail, over her hands and back to the start.
His touch was as light as a butterfly’s wings, and each nerve ending sprang
alive with anticipation. It was non-sexual, yet intensely intimate. She relaxed
and melded against his body. He began a slow swaying from side to side as he
lowered her arms, crossed them around her and held her. The effect was
mesmerizing. He held her in this unhurried hypnotic dance a long time before
stopping.
“Words don’t describe
that,” murmured Sarah, still in the spell of the seductive experience. “What an
amazing effect.”
“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if more people
touched their lovers for the first time like that?” Sid whispered in her ear.
Sarah sighed an agreement, her heart racing.
(So, now they
continue on to Sid’s room.)
Sarah tried to apologize, “I don’t want
to pull you into my problems. It’s just... I ordered counseling for her, but
there’s not much more I can do to help Ada, if she’d even let me try. It’s
classic denial and opposition.” She looked up at him, unsure how to continue.
“Not having met her, it’s not a stretch
to say she can’t accept help. Psychologists call it an over learned
self-defense mechanism, or maybe oppositional defiance. It’s probably part of a
lifelong way of keeping others at a distance, including her daughters,” he
said, drawing her closer. “The one thing you can control is whether you let it
crush you. Sarah, it’s like you are trapped deep in a cave-in. Start digging
from your end and I’ll work from mine. Come to me. I’m right here, standing in
the light.”
Sarah’s eyes widened
with amazement. “You’re absolutely right.” This young man, grad student, motel
clerk and counselor understood. His insight was amazing, and the burden she’d
carried for years began to crumble. Sid cupped her face in his hands and kissed
her like she was the most precious thing in the world to him. He brushed her
lips lightly with his, pausing and leaning his forehead against hers, eyes
closed.
“Let me give you what you need,” he
whispered.
She leaned into him, his growing
hardness pressed against her hip. Maybe it was the dirty martini, or the
Tantric thing in the gazebo, but something said she needed a night with this
man. She melted into him and opened her mouth to receive the kiss, finally
running a hand through those ebony waves.
And let me reassure you, the
evening progresses!
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